I have been in Indianapolis for a MONTH (on Sunday). One MONTH! That is ridiculously crazy. I just realized that in like...3 years, I haven't been to a pool or beach to actually lay out, soak up some Vitamin D.
I don't even remember the last time I wore my bikini! (Which, to be honest...is a bit purposeful, but whatever. I'm over it.)
Summers are no longer "summers" anymore. I'm still pale (which I like most of the time,) and I've had the same bathing suit for 3 years (which my wallet appreciates). I don't spend hours on a diamond playing ball and getting major shoulder tan lines, I don't overstay my welcome at friends' houses with pools, and I no longer beg my parents to go on vacation.
Is this the mark of growing up?
It's funny, I have an overwhelming desire to go to Dollar General and buy a noodle and a beach ball. Take THAT, adulthood!
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